The other day I attended “A Toast to Hall-of-Fame Coach Lute Olson” at the Marine Corps Air Station Miramar Officers’ Club.

The event was put on by Tender Loving Canines Assistance Dogs. I didn’t know much about them but went away feeling good about what they do – and what they do is train service dogs to help heal our sons and daughters who come back from the wars tormented with the symptons of post-traumatic stress disorder. PTSD.

Lute Olson, the retired legendary basketball coach at Arizona, one of my heroes, is a big supporter of what this organization does to transform lives.

And, when it comes to transforming, they honored the right man, because he’s a master transformer.

I saw him transform a city. He brought his playbook to Tucson to coach the Arizona Wildcats about twenty-three years after I played there at a down-time in the school’s basketball history. We lost a lot of games but not because we wanted to. We hit the court running and we scratched and crawled and blocked out and screened and passed and shot like wildcats do. But when it came to winning games? We didn’t have a clue. I enjoyed every moment of it, though, through and through.

We were part of an old legendary coach’s decline, a changing of the guard. Following my era there were some teams that were kind of so-so; Fred “The Fox” Snowden came along with a ton of get-up-and-go and got Arizona into the in-crowd in the hoops world, making the program one to watch.

Then “Voila!” Along comes Lute and his beautiful wife, Bobbi, and U of A basketball, overnight, was something extraordinary to behold. It was some kind of show.

I mean:

He came on the scene
like Leonard Bernstein
with a baton in his hand,
tapping on a stand,
infusing a school and a city
with energies
neither knew they had.
Before he came along
the schools fight songs were sung with
more adagio than allegro;
more alto than basso profundo;
more Perry Como than
Larry, Curly and Moe.

He brought to the U of A
way more swagger and sway
than back in the day
or any other day.
His teams put some real pizzazz
in
“Bear! Down! Arizona!
Bear! Down! Red! And! Blue!”
I mean his Wildcats really did
“Bear! Down! Arizona!
Hittem! Hard! Lettem! Know! Who’s! Who!”

Got us rocking, that Lute.
Brought in some of the finest
young men, one could ever recruit.
Got them and fans believing in
possibilities,
creating x’s and o’s
that got us on our toes
in ecstacy.
Built an enterprise
right before our eyes,
a program of excellence known worldwide.
Got us the 1997 NCAA Championship –
the ultimate prize.
What a sight!
What a ride!
I’ve never, in my life, felt such pride
as I felt that night.

That win, for me, was a shared victory for everyone who ever wore the Red and Blue uniform; it conjured up memories of times long ago, going back to the 40’s when my mother took me to games in Bear Down Gym when I could barely walk.

They’re shooting two and then one handed set shots; juking left and right, making sure not to “move the pivot foot”; it’s a pure and simple game, under the rim, no hand checking or extra step allowed; no palming the ball; no showing anybody up other than just beating their butt…

All of that was honored when our team won it all…

So I propose a toast to Lute in behalf of all the Cats who ever played in the Old Pueblo: “Thanks for bringing to something we dearly love, a new beat, a new rhythm, a new dynamic, a new way of being.

“Your rich legacy, your spirit, your beat, still, to this very day, goes on. Like a melody of a beautiful song.”

It was a nice day in many a way seeing him have his day at the MCAS Officers’ Club out Miramar Way.

Ernie McCray

I was raised in a loving and alive home, in a black neighborhood filled with colorful characters in Tucson, Arizona. Such an environment gave me a hint that life has to be grabbed by the tail as tight as a pimple on a mosquito's butt. With no BS and a whole lot of love. So, from those days to now I get up every morning set on making the world a better place. On my good foot*, and I hope my writing reflects that. *an old black expression

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Ernie – I want to thank you for the wonderful article written about Lute Olson and the event that Tender Loving Canines Assistance Dogs held at the Marine Corps Air Station Miramar’s Officers’ Club in his honor. It was our pleasure to introduce more of those in the basketball world to the impact that our organization is able to make on those military men and women with PTSD, traumatic brain injury and mobility limitations due to the impact of deployment as well as those families impacted by autism on a daily basis. Thank you for attending and taking the time to write this nice article.